Silver turned her arm to admire the bare, untouched skin of its underbelly. Yes- it must be like a fresh dusting of snow that had fallen overnight, and the temptation to run outside and ruin that serenity was undeniable. She’d seen what he could do; the limb was no more than a twig between his claws. With precision he flayed her down to her elbow. Each thin cross-section of skin and fat was visible, parted to reveal the muscles underneath.
Phoebe shivered in spite of the summer heat. Blood poured from her arm. Between that and her midsection, it felt like she was sinking. Drowning in a column of dark water. She couldn’t see, she was so far from the sunlight. But the water supported her. It was warm and inviting and velvety.
She gasped—snapping back to life—as she felt another velvety sensation.
Silver's tongue. He’d taken her arm up to his mouth and licked into the delicate machinery within. His tongue dragged along ligaments and muscle, sliding in-between the twin bones before pressing firm against the sensitive nerves of her wrist.
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7.1.2023
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Good luck to everyone participating in Artfight this year! I'll admit, for a moment I considered putting Kata on hiatus so I could participate ^^; But I couldn't do that when (here's a secret) this chapter is so close to being done.